Eclipse the Moon
Solana: -With a smile- That's always pleasing to hear.
At witnessing Evan turn back to a human, the Kartana begins to flip out.
Kartana: {Ack! This w'rld seemeth to beest teeming with foul, shape-shifting beasts! Have at thee!}
The Kartana lunges at the pair.
Amber: Eep!
Amber dodges out of the way.
edited 31st Dec '17 9:08:04 AM by PippingFool
I'm having to learn to pay the price
The Eccentric Electric
Virbank City:
After what seemed like forever and a half, Mark, Chopper and Riolu would eventually arrive at Virbank City, after having to endure several wild pokemon fights with Mark alternating between using Chopper and his still-anonymous Riolu for training, the trainer would find civilization once again.
"Took long enough...and damn the smog really hasn't gotten better," Mark said not long after his arrival. Both of his pokemon were out of their pokeballs, as neither one of them wanted to leave the real world due to Chopper's irrational hatred of living in a Pokeball and the Riolu's curiosity and fascination with the real world, as if they had never gone outside of the Floccesy Forest.
"You think this is impressive? We're going to be traveling all over the world." Mark told the Riolu before adding, "I still need to think of a name for you...Rye? No that sounds horrible. Blue? Almost as bad, and completely unoriginal....Rookie? Eh, that might work. Gotta think about that..."
Living The Fever Dream
Meet The New Boss
Celadon Center
-Lina is relaxing and playing a video game when Chrome rushes into the scene-
Chrome: <Lina! Something important came up!>
Lina: Does it have to do with Arika's Empire Souls obsession agai-
Chrome: <No! Really important! For the both of us!> >X<
Lina: -blinks- What is it?
Chrome: <You do recall what I told you about how your whole immortality thing happened and how I got involved in partnering up with you?>
-Lina puts a hand to her chin-
Lina: Lemmie think... Crazy Giratina cult with connections to your old civilization did it with your technology to create "heralds" for ol' spoop dragon out of me and Umbra, recruited you to guard me specifically since they thought your grudge against Legendaries would ward off any suspicion, you initially refused for obvious reasons but ended up accepting when you learned the damage had already been done with me and you felt I'd need your help, and we've been together ever since?
Chrome: <Yes, yes, that's all accurate... But I just learned of one important missing detail.>
Lina: ...What?
Chrome: <I always thought those creeps used their connections to my old civilization to use its technology to do what they did to you and Umbra...>
<...Turns out they didn't. They coerced some outside help to do it.>
Lina: ...Wait, what do you even mea-
Chrome: <Get Umbra and Mata Nui and come with me...>
<There's someone we need to visit.>
edited 31st Dec '17 9:13:10 AM by Umbramatic
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Dunsparce Cloud
This is going to be awkward. Maybe not today but certainly at some point.
Ever: That's a shame to hear. I'm glad you've found new people. Everyone needs a—
Do not say team
—squad.
So what brings you to Celadon?
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
The Flamebringer
They can, however, be interacted with.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
pain peko
-Shaun waves and holds up an empty Love Ball, mouthing the word "Sylveon?"-
-Well fuck, now he's all by himself by a glitch and he's the equivalent of Lv. 14. Help please?-
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"
Meet The New Boss
North of Sinnoh
-Umbra, Lina, Mata Nui, and Chrome are trekking through snow-
Lina: This is definitely pretty out of the way...
Mata Nui: <Whoever this is definitely wanted to avoid other peoplemons...>
Umbra: Considering the circumstances I think he may have goo-
-He and the others stop and stare in awe as they come across a massive dome made of some bizarre metal-
-After a bit Chrome finally speaks-
Chrome: <This... Is the abode of Nicolas Flamel.>
Lina: ...Wait, him? The legendary alchemist who found immortality? I mean at this point it's not so much him being real that surprises me, but why here, and why in a place like-
-Suddenly a voice booms out from the dome-
???: <Joseph! Circe! Come in! Come in, and know me better.You've never seen the like of me before!>
Umbra: ...He knows our real names?
Mata Nui: <This is getting weird...>
-They cautiously approach the dome's door-
???: <As Metagross mentioned, I'm Nicolas Flamel. You've all done well - even with the letter I was worried you'd never find me.>
-After many beeps, whirs, and clicks, the door swings open-
-And everyone stares in shock at the Infernape wearing goggles standing in the doorway-
Flamel: <I know, I know. Somehow, you were expecting me to be taller.
>
Soujin: <Sylveon?>
The aforementioned dark-skinned-pink-and-white-wearing 18-year old boy is still wandering around when he happens to notice the entering party.
Hajime: "...Huh, wait, is that..."
He approaches.
A Ponyta and Kricketune are wandering around and might run into Artordred. In the Ponyta's case possibly literally.
Hyp and Tuff take the entrance and follow it.
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
Some Rando
Grand Articuno
Talbain powered through the ice with no regard for however much damage he had taken. <To my knowledge, no one has ever had to say that they're cool if they want to be cool! You won't even be a hot topic!> He added as he lobbed all of the smaller stones he had accumulated to bury Iceblight.
Amaterasu nodded to Phaz as she let the wisps on her tails simmer and crackle.
edited 31st Dec '17 9:49:54 AM by AbsentCoder
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Trans Terminus Homo
Moon Tribe Ruins
Hearing the grumbling brough Alyesha to chuckle ever so slightly
Deep Voice!Alyesha: "Aww~ Hehe, don't worry, if I ever get transformed back into a Kabuto you can pat me as well~"
After a bit she stood up, looking back to Nena
Deep Voice!Alyesha: "So, Nena? By the by, what do you plan to do now?"
edited 31st Dec '17 9:52:23 AM by Sergey_Smirnov
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
Meet The New Boss
North Of Sinnoh
Lina: ...The legendary Nicolas Flamel... is a fucking monkey.
Flamel: -smirks- <Well you don't have to be such a poopyhead about it, Circe.>
Lina: Your usage of the word "poopyhead" is not helping.
Umbra Lina, calm down... There's an explanation for this, somehow, and he's probably the only one we can really get it from.
Lina: ...
-sighs-
...Alright. I'm sorry.
Flamel: <It's alright. Totally understandable, and I'll get to that explanation in just a bit.. Though I should dearly note I've met one of your number long ago...>
-Turns to Chrome-
<...Metagross. Even after I learned you were still alive and kicking I'd never have expected to meet you again quite like this.>
Chrome: <...Likewise, Nicolas.>
Mata Nui: <You two have met?>
Chrome: <Long ago, when he was very young... But I never thought he'd end up where he is now, and certainly not further tied to all of us.>
Flamel: <Right, and again I'll be explaining when we go in, but... Safety first!>
-He tosses them all strange necklaces-
<Put these transponders on, no arguments.>
-he points to a circlet around his neck-
<I've activated my shock collar. If I get within one meter of you it'll shock the monkey snot out of me. We'll also be conversing right next to my tantrum room so if there's any disagreements there's plenty of targets for me other than you all.>
-Everyone stares blankly-
<But anyway, you all do come in! I've got tea ready.>
-he heads in-
-After a bit everyone cautiously follows-
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The GM House
-Deziree smiles with pride as her Cacnea, Elekid, and Ralts play fight with Dune's Tyrantrum, Laharl.-
DR. MOBIUS: <Quite impressive! The change in accent is somewhat strange, but the fact that they can fully digest glitchmatter without any change in physiology is truly a miracle of science.>
Deziree: The Transistor is filled with so much data, it's pure luck we managed to find anything more substantial than a table of elements. Though this goes far and beyond what I could have hoped. So it's time to expand our roster.
-She smiles and pats the row of egg incubators on the wall - one for Mienfoo, one for a Stufful, and one… for a Pawniard.-
Dimo: <Sneak atta- OW!>
Laharl: <Personal experience? Shouting before the attack only works if you're not trying to be sneaky.>
Maxim: <Haha! Hyu gots tail slammed!>
Mt. Lanakila
-Ludmilla breathes deeply. Keep calm. You can do this. You've gotten this far. You can totally beat oh hey that weird haziness on the edge of her vision is back oh wait doesn't that mean
-Ludmilla's brain explodes. Metaphorically.-
-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…-
-The pain subsides as a Soft-boiled melts in Ludmilla's mouth.-
Doomsday: <I don't give a single Ulysses S Grant fuck about the six Pokemon limit, as your service Blissey I'm going in there with you if these migraines are going to be a regular thing.>
Ludmilla: I hate my brain right now…
Doomsday: <I'm sure the feeling's mutual right now. Now go lay down and let me know when the vertigo wears off.>
Ludmilla: But I'm not feeling…
Doomsday: <Oh yes you are.>
*Wump!*
Doomsday: <I was hoping you'd make it to the bed, but honestly the floor works, too. I'm just gonna call your dad and let him know.>
Ludmilla: Uuuugh my bones feel like melting butter…
Doomsday: <Between that possibly being a hallucination or just a loopy observation, I'm not quite sure what to make of that.>
Lumiose City, Continental Hotel
-Dune walks in, dressed in his Umbreon-leather suit he had nearly forgotten Ren had bought him.-
-They tried to hide it, but Dune knew that all eyes were on him as he walked into the lobby. The man at the front desk nods to him.-
Dune: Hello. I'm looking for someone who can tell me about this.
-He puts a Templar emblem onto the desk. All pretenses of normality end as the lobby goes quiet.-
Charon, Hotel Manager: … I'm sorry, sir. We do not associate ourselves with such things. May I ask why you believed you would find information here?
Dune: A crazy old man living behind a bar in Pyrite told me.
-The manager's demeanor changes.-
Charon: Did he happen to give you anything?
-Dune takes out a gold coin and slips it next to the emblem.-
Charon: One moment, sir, while I inform the owner.
???
-Doradan pauses his whetstone mid stroke. He sets his sword down.-
Doradan: … Dragon.
Yeah, whatcha want?
Doradan: Does something feel… off to you?
You mean besides-
Doradan: Yes, aside from your usual list of gripes. The air - when I was taking a break and you were hunting, something felt off.
Hmph… Yes. Something feels off. It feels like thunder…
Or a scream.
Doradan: Something big is happening. And if something big is happening...
The J-Team's involved.
Wow, the lizard actually made a logical observation. May wonders never cease.
Doradan: Play nice you two. And let me know if something changes. I'm gonna call my cousin.
Celadon City
-Selene kicks a can while she waits.-
-It doesn't take long for a Honchcrow to land nearby. Seconds later, a man steps out from the shadows.-
Selene: You don't usually call me. What's wrong?
-The man tips his wide-brimmed hat back to make sure he can see Selene's Moon Stone pendant. He takes a piece of paper out of his coat pocket and hands it to her.-
???: We found something. Your group was the one we thought would handle the information best.
-The man gives a nod before backing back into the shadows.-
Selene: Heh. You guys are just like Pent…
-She opens up the note and reads. She would gasp, but is struck speechless.-
??? Elsewhere
Rend Blackhand : <Grrrrrr…>
-The smell. The ochre aroma on the edge of his senses.-
-Rend knew the smell well. In a world not dislike this one, he had hunted Unown that had been corrupted into letters that didn't exist. They created sentences, statements that warped reality to match them. It was his greatest accomplishment in hunting down and devouring the entire false-alphabet. All forty three of them.-
-And now a smell, strikingly similar, buzzed through the air like ozone after a lightning strike. The smell, best described to those who had not taken the Jaegerdraught as "scorched iron". The smell of the will of a sapient being, being repressed by an abomination.-
-Rend could only take the smell as both a challenge and a personal insult.-
-He will find the source.-
-He will.-
-And he will consume it.-
???
-Coyote sighed as the last vestiges of his guest disappeared.-
Coyote: Oh right I need to go get my powers back.
-But then… a thought reaches him.-
Coyote: ... Unless.
Ultra Space
-Laambo shivers. His Lord's orders echo in his brain.-
You are to go back to that miniscule world, and you will come back successful, or not at all. Now get out of my sight before I turn you into leather for my new chair.
-Laambo knew from personal experience that he was not hyperbolic.-
Team Iron Auxiliary Base
-Dr. Raines was having an awesome day.-
-The portal device he had set up sparks, rips, and suddenly Raines finds himself on a tall cliff in a world he had no right to see.-
-And then his beacon actually worked the first time, letting him get back home.-
-He repeated the experiment, and instead of a cliff he found himself in a massive waterfall basin.-
-A device capable of taking him to random location in a random world across dimensions.-
Raines: THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!
-An Ultra Wormhole opens without his input, and a sparking bundle of electrical wiring shambles out. It starts throwing lightning around, eliciting a counterattack from the two Iron Grenadiers that Aulstyne had made accompany him.-
Raines: NOPE, STILL THE BEST DAY EVER!
Aulstyne: Goddammit I swear it's like working with junior varsity students again…
-The strange lightning plant is shunted back to its home dimension as the Wormhole opens up again, this time depositing a-
Raines: SPACESHIP
Aulstyne: Raines, that thing is an Ultra Beast!
Raines: DON'T CARE IT'S A SPACESHIP IMMA CATCH IT
Aulstyne: Goddammit Raines!
The Academy?
-Tanya struts around the poor soul tied to the chair.-
Tanya: I'm gonna ask again. Nicely, this time. Who leaked the location of the Saffron base?
Resource Manager: I- I don't know! I didn't even know there was a base in Saffron!
-Tanya smiles before taking a metal baseball bat to the man's other knee.-
Tanya: Now, you see, that's a problem. Because you just became worthless to our investigation. Nero, light him up.
-The squeal of a fiddle marks the entrance of a gaudily dressed woman, Darumaka eyebrows and fur cresting her head.-
Nero: Hardly worth the effort, if you ask me.
-The man, chair, and entire immediate area is engulfed in a massive Fire Blast.-
The Academy
-The Resource Manager has a moment of panic… before his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he collapses onto his desk. A man in a white lab coat walks in and marks his catatonic body for immediate experimentation.-
It has been quite a busy day. With the aid of the Principal, the number of test subjects has skyrocketed. The Yellow Eyes and the effect they have on those they interrogate are fast becoming one of the most fascinating subjects I've ever researched. The Founders' Notes barely hinted at the possibilities I have now spent the better part of a week experiencing secondhand.
It appears that through whatever method the Yellow Eyes use to enter this… parallel plane of theirs takes them out of ours. And on top of that, what we had originally identified as mere facsimiles of people in the physical plane are in fact the personification of their mental attributes, the death of which results in a complete mental shutdown. Experimenting on these husks has been enlightening.
We had been having many debates as to the official name for this bizarre parallel plane, but I do believe that after these revelations that we can come to an agreement that this plane is not only parallel but also far more influential on the physical plane than we had first thought.
Together, with the signature of the Principal, we have labeled it the Metaverse.
-Dr. Sean Hayes
Pyrite Town
-Two girls, both blonde, both young, both broke.-
-One holds up a sign reading "Will manufacture artisan machinery tools for food".-
-The other, shorter, bespectacled one has a sign reading "Will make C4 for food.-
-Oddly enough, no one is taking them up on the offer. The scorch marks on their clothes might have something to do with that.-
Lumiose City
-The woman stuck out like few else could. Her ebony skin coupled with her bizarre blonde hair already drew eyes. The shining gold bangle on her wrist, impeccably polished as only a treasured heirloom deserves, draws others.-
-Colette liked the attention, mostly because it made people underestimate her.-
-Also, because she paid good money for these pants, dammit.-
-Though that wasn't what was bothering her.-
Colette: *Sigh* Quand on a pas ce que l’on aime, il faut aimer ce que l’on a.
-Her thoughts wander to her old friend, and the time they met in the library. She shoves the thoughts aside, though, not wanting to remember the disappointing… disagreement.-
-Oh darnit, now she's gone and remembered it anyway.-
-Echo was always too stubborn for her own good.-
Colette: Il n’y a pas plus sourd que celui qui ne veut pas entendre.
The Red Wings
-Cid looked over the ancient topographical map he had made (by hand, no less) and nodded. The vault he had seen in his dream was there, in a crater. The entrance had been covered by time and the natural erosion of the mountainside, but he knew that the Great Chasm would be where he would find this artifact he had dreamed of.-
-But he knew that was not all. Two more artifacts were out there. The sibling tool, and the glove that would shield the user from powers that the tools were made to manipulate.-
-He had theories, but he knew it would only be a matter of time.-
-The pieces were falling into place. Funny that the failed attempts of the past would pave the way for the future.-
The Academy, Production Level
-The Principal looks out her office window at the new generation of Templars. It was a gamble they were taking. One that had already resulted in a production suite going down for cleaning due to… incompatible amounts of energy.-
-That one, though. Nearly as big as Magnus, and if the reports on his ambition and wit were to be believed, just as intelligent as well.-
-Indeed, this "Bruce the Chopper" was going to be a wily one. And one to keep a very close eye on.-
Ula'ula Island
-Cun Annwn sighs. Despite his best efforts to gather a group and train them to work in tandem, he had made dishearteningly small progress on getting this ragtag band of Helping Hand users to cooperate.-
???: <Well, hello there. You're looking awfully glum.>
-Cun's ears perk. He turns to see a fellow Stoutland, only far more elderly and wizened. A strange captain's hat sat on his head.-
???: <Apologies, I couldn't help but notice. My name is Nelson. Need a Helping Hand?>
Orre
-Those fools at the prison had no idea that he had stolen civilian clothes out from under their eyes. Even better, they hadn't noticed him nab one of their ID cards. He'd walked out a free man - and now he'd found his Pokeballs, right where he'd stashed them.-
-Now, all he had to do was make damned sure he didn't go anywhere near that guy with the cane or that dude with the goggles, and he should be fine.-
-No, wait, there was that black guy who had gone and killed… right, add him to the list, too.-
-And any of his old coworkers. They're nothing but trouble. So avoid them, too.-
-And then there's that guy who owned the "secret weapon" Gardevoir and apparently got it back. He probably held a grudge.-
-Wait, wasn't there a guy they'd kidnapped and brainwashed? The guy that dressed all in… blue? Or was it grey?-
-Crap, there was also that Sneasel. And that guy with the weird name that Taylor had the hots for.-
-Ah, well. It's a big world. So long as he played it smart, Popple didn't think he'd have to deal with any of them again.-
-Right?-
Skies over ???
If your man is anywhere, he's there.
We're even. I better not hear from you again.
-The enterprising young man smiles bittersweet. He didn't like having to cash in favors, but this man was his whole reason for choosing this life.-
-He grabs his belt and holsters and heads out onto the deck. The men and women of his crew turn to him.-
Balthier: We have a new heading! Make for the Alola at full speed! I want to see the clouds themselves make way for us!
-The crew cheers, the navigator gives the order, and the deck of the airship tilts as they put the setting sun behind them.-
Anville Town
-Sheila kicks her legs back and forth as she waits for the next train to arrive.-
Sheila: Doo doo-doo doo doo…
-Tarnation, this train's taking forever.-
The Flamebringer
Mordred: -turns around.- "... What?"
Artoria: "Hm?"
Mordred points at the Ponyta.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
The Kricketune makes some apologetic gestures, figuring Artordred might not necessarily understand Pokemon.
Kricketune: -to the Ponyta- <C'mon, don't run into people like that, it's rude.>
Ponyta: <Hey, I was just being forward. After all we met when I ran into you.>
Kricketune: <I never said I liked it...>
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
The Eccentric Electric
Virbank City Streets:
Not long after entering the city, Mark and his team noticed the boy in the pink-and-white outfit approaching their direction.
"Uh, can I help you?" Mark simply asked, not used to attention being directed his way without expecting it.
Living The Fever Dream
Meet The New Boss
Flamel's Base
-Umbra and Lina are sitting at a table, Mata Nui and Chrome by their sides, as Flamel pours tea into teacups with a steel teapot and slides two of them over to Umbra and Lina.-
Flamel: <Enjoy! Though, a bit of a warning - At some point, I'm going to throw this teapot. I don't have control over this. If my arm goes back get out of the way.>
Umbra: ...Noted.
-He and Lina sip their tea, though watch Flamel warily as they do so-
-Flamel does so himself before addressing them again-
Flamel: <Now... How have you two been doing lately?>
-Umbra and Lina look at each other before responding-
Lina: Pretty well, I guess?
Umbra: We've been running with a group called the J-Team for the past few years. It's... Had it's ups and downs but overall it's been a nice experience.
Flamel: <Good, good, that's very nice to hear! Now, before I ask anything else of you I ought to tell you a bit about myself...>
<I started life as a normal little Chimchar. But for most of that time, I was never happy because my father was, to put it bluntly, an utter brute. So, when I grew up, I set out to do better than him by accomplishing something that would aid both humans and Pokemon, and I naively thought I had succeeded in that by inadvertently discovering a way to achieve what most thought impossible - attaining eternal youth! I studied the effects Infinity Energy had on AZ and found ways to improve on them in a theoretically safer and definitely more ethical way!>
-his expression becomes more forlorn-
<But I quickly discovered there were far more drawbacks to that accomplishment and my methods of achieving it than I thought - while I succeeded in making myself unaging, there were still plenty of drawbacks - especially with my mind, which quickly grew less and less capable of handling my indefinite longevity. I tried to adjust my own neurology as a result, but while that did work to an extent it in and of itself had drawbacks; the tweaks helped me handle the passage of time well enough, but they also had awful side effects of exaggerating some of the previous problems there to the point of leaving me with heavy sociopathic and psy->
-He suddenly grimaces angrily, grabs the teapot, and moves his arm back; Umbra and Lina duck as the teapot is thrown across the room. Immediately afterward Flamel suddenly reverts to his previous expression and resumes his monolouge as if nothing had happened-
<-chopathic tendencies that have lasted until this day! So I tried to hide myself and my knowledge from the rest of the world , but by then legends had already started spreading about me and my discovery along with all these other rumors about philosopher's stones and turning lead into gold and people kept seeking me out enough - not to mention all the Ghosts pursuing me for my strong lifeforce - to the point I was constantly on the run until circumstances led me to acquire this base that's been a safe haven ever since.>
-he sighs-
<But enough long winded ranting from me; mind if I ask you two some questions and such?>
Lina: Erm, sure?
Flamel: <Alright... First off, you both have Obscura powers, correct?>
Umbra: Er, yes?
Flamel: <Good, good... Could you demonstrate them?>
-Umbra shows off a Shadow Ball, Shadow Claw, and his tendril constructs-
-Lina shows off Shadow Ball and Shadow Claw herself, as well as Shadow Punch and charging her teacup with Obscura.-
Flamel: <Excellent! I'm assuming they've accomplished the admittedly shared intention of me and those nutcase Giratinists in helping warding pesky Ghost-types off?>
Umbra: Pretty well, actually.
Lina: Through our mons have helped too.
Flamel: <Yes, always good to have backup... Now... How have your memories been? From what I've heard you two have both aged past six centuries...>
Umbra: It varies... Obviously, much of it is rather blurry... But all the important bits still seem to stick around and remain important and clear, no matter how long ago...
Lina: It's... Pretty much the same for me too...
Flamel: <Yes, good... And, on a related note... How have you perceived the passage of time over the centuries?>
Lina: -puts a hand to her chin and thinks-
It's odd... They say time seems to pass faster when you get older, but for me it tends to vary a bit in that regard... And again, the emotional and important bits are the ones that kinda seem to... Slow down a bit?
Umbra: ...Again, I'm... Actually much the same.
Flamel: <And... Any major psychotic or sociopathic tendencies crop up?>
Lina: Er, not on my end.
Umbra: I had an evil overlord phase in my forties or so but that was more a mad with power thing.
Flamel: -claps- <Wonderful! Both the intended major physical and neurological tweaks paid off! I'm very glad I managed to make sure you two didn->
Lina: -scowls- Cut to the chase, monkey, you're dodging the point.
Flamel: <...Eh?>
Lina:' You invited us here because as you said you were involved in our origins as immortals. How the hell were you involved? What drove you to work with some batshit insane Giratina cult to make all those tweaks to us, successful or not?
Flamel: -gazes forlornly at Lina, then sighs-
<...Very well. I was going to get to that, but you're right; You both should learn that part of the story sooner rather than later...>
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The Flamebringer
Mordred: "... Apology accepted and all well and good, but who are you two?"
Artoria waves.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
Hajime: "Oh, sorry."
"Uh, wait, did you go to school at [Insert Middle School in Slateport here]?"
Unaware of the fact the two are literally Lurantis, the Kricketune seems a bit surprised and pleased.
Kricketune: <Oh, guess language barrier won't be a thing...>
<Anyway, my name's Kokone.>
-The Ponyta smiles-
Pyrrha: <I'm Pyrrha. Nice to meet you.>
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
The Flamebringer
Mordred: "Mordred. So what brings the two of you here?"
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
Meet The New Boss
Flamel's Base
Flamel: <It all started while I was still on the run... At that point I was utterly desperate to find a place where I could hide myself away and avoid contact with others unless it was on my terms... I had almost given up when the crazy Giratina cultists you were talking about found me and offered me sanctuary in exchange for me using my knowledge to help make them two immortal human heralds of Giratina. Normally, I wouldn't have touched the offer with a ten-foot pole, but again, I was desperate, and so I begrudgingly accepted and got to work.
Somewhere isolated, centuries ago
-Flamel is working at a very alchemist-like lab, various vials of strange substances and orbs containing strange energies scattered across it as Flamel works with various tissue samples, particularly brain tissue, as he jots down notes-
-Notably a Ralts is by his side, scanning the brains of a Vulpix, Yamask, and Carbink, and telepathically relaying the information to Flamel as he jots down further notes-
Flamel: They were at least able to provide valuable information for many essential tweaks and a few tissue samples - though now I shudder at the prospect of where they got the latter from - but nearly all of the work was on my end. I used that and my previous knowledge to start creating a serum, and went even further by extensively studying the biology and especially neurology of naturally immortal or otherwise extremely long-lived mons to make sure said serum would make whoever it was used on a more stable and healthy immortal than I ever turned out to be.
Shady Location, centuries ago
Flamel: Unfortunately,when I got the serum honed to the degree I wanted it and tried to hand it over to them...
-Flamel, clutching two vials of strange glowing liquid, is standing before a human in strange robes flanked by an Alakazam and Metagross.-
Flamel: <Alright, here you go.>
-He hands the vials over to the human, who takes them and nods his approval wordlessly-
Flamel: -frowns- <Now before you show me the high-security abode you promised I want to supervise how you all use those. I put enough work into that serum I want to make sure it's used properly and ethically when making those "heralds" of yours.>
-The Metagross telepathically relays Flamel's words to the human, who promptly nods at both it and the Metagross.-
-The two Pokemon immediately blast Flamel with Psychic, sending him flying into a wall and knocking it unconscious
Abandoned base, distant past
-Flamel groggily comes to, only to start when he finds himself here-Flamel: They at least technically kept their end of the deal by giving me this old Alakagross base as the safe haven I was promised and didn't, but I was still furious! I tried to track those creeps down, but could never find a trace of them! So for centuries I just hunkered down here, rarely venturing out, deep down always still angry at those bastards and even more angry at myself for letting it all happen...
Until one very recent day where I managed to get a new TV working in this place...
Flamel's Base, a few years ago
-Flamel is idly flipping through channels on the aforementioned new TV until he reaches a channel showing one series in particular-
Flamel: <Hmm? "The J-Team Show?">
-Watches a bit of it-
<Hmmm... This is fun enough to watch and I could use some mindless entertainment in this old dump anyway...>
-Keeps watching, frowns as two particular characters keep showing up-
<Wataminute, those two characters... Umbra and Lina... ageless immortals with Obscura powers and ties to Giratina...>
<...Something fishy's going on here.>
Flamel: ''So I did some digging... Found out the J-Team was an actual thing and you were two actual people in it! And when I dug further into the historical record I saw the first mentions of anyone you both were oh-so conveniently several decades after the serum was taken from me. And when I later found out through said TV show Chrome was the Metagross I knew long ago and he'd been coerced into the antics of said dastardly cult as well I reached out to him...
Present
Flamel: <...And so here we are.>
Lina: -frowns- So you don't know how they got the serum to us?
Flamel: -frowns- <Sadly, no... But from my experiences with them I doubt it was the least bit scrupulous.>
Chrome: -scowls- <Likewise. There's a reason I never directly worked with them again after partnering up with Lina, especially when I saw she'd already been altered by them at a young age.>
Flamel: <...A young age? That's particularly concerning...>
-to Umbra-
<Did the traits manifest young for you too?>
Umbra: -frowns himself- ...Yes, actually...
Flamel: -scowls- <Those bastards...>
-his expression softens and he sighs-
<But that's all in the past... I'm just glad you two turned out alright.>
-He looks up at Umbra and Lina and grins-
<Besides, aren't you glad I designed the modifications made to your brains and bodies for immortality instead of those nutcase cultists?>
Umbra: -stares blankly-
Lina: -likewise-
Flamel: <I can see by your stunned silence you're thrilled!>
-twitches violently-
<Ack! I've been suppressing my psychoses too long! I'm going in my tantrum room to take it out on the dummies until they're appeased!>
-he rushes into a nearby room; soon after the sounds of punches and kicks, gouts of flame, and angry chimpanzee screeches echo from it-
Lina: ...We were made immortal by a monkey. A sociopathic mad scientist monkey.
-buries her face in her hands-
Umbra: -pats her- To be honest, this isn't how I would have pictured meeting our creator of sorts either.
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Clavis Manor
Echo: Indeed.
-She takes another sip-
Echo: He's also made friends with another boy, Mason, who I think you'd be particularly interested in meeting, from what I've heard about your Obscuric affinity.
INTERGALACTIC WARRIOR
Evan: Waah!
-Evan stumbles back, narrowly avoiding being yet another victim of the act of Skywalkering.-
Evan: Amber, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve? We could really use a hand here if we want to keep all of our own hands!
Celadon
Scarlette: ...Well, uh, I'm not actually entirely sure. I think there was some sort of warping mishap, because I walked out of some store called the Ersatz Alliance and was in a completely different city than the one I went in from.
Pyrrha: <Adventure!>
Kokone: <Something based on whatever the heck is going on with the sky here and not where we come from.>
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
Dunsparce Cloud
-Ever blinks-
Well, that's probably a good sign for...something.
Ever: That's unusual. Need any help getting back?
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
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Flamel's Base
-After a while, Flamel returns, much calmer-
Flamel: <Ah, much better...>
-rubs his chin-
<Now... Since I went into all that detail on how things went down involving my life and how it tied into yours... I asked for a laconic update on the past few years earlier, but can you both give me a more detailed summary of how things have been through your lives? There was only so much I could glean from the historical record -especially on Joseph's end for some reason - and I know that TV show's accuracy's pretty shaky for the more recent bits.>
Lina: Um...
Umbra: Well...
A couple explanations later
Flamel: -blinks- <You two have been up to a bit more than I've thought.>
Lina: Yeah... Though, even with our ups and downs, as you've said, we've turned out alright.
Flamel: -smiles- You two seem to have had some particularly good ups with this J-Team, so naturally I'm quite pleased.
-He suddenly scowls and shakes a finger at them-
<Though don't you two try to coax me into sharing what I did to you with the other J-Teamers! I'll have you know after what happened to you two I both destroyed all my notes and research on the serum and had a more trustworthy Psychic-type mindwipe me of most of the details!>
Umbra: We weren't planning to, really. ._.;
-blinks, then hangs his head and sighs-
Though, there's something on my end I feel you should know...
Flamel: <...Oh?>
Umbra: My grandfather... once he found out I was made immortal, he...
???: Don't worry, Joseph, I found out about him soon after he found out about you. We talked things out. We're good.
-Everyone stares in shock as an apparition of a familiar blonde man in a maid outfit approaches from behind Flamel... Except Flamel himself.-
Flamel: <Oh, hello, Anthony. Good for you to show up for this.>
Anthony: Hello, Nicolas. And yeah, I'd figured It'd be appropriate to drop in.
-To Umbra-
But yeah, I talked things over with him. What happened to you wasn't entirely his fault and what happened to me, in my opinion, was completely my own. We're good.
Umbra: ...
-smiles a bit-
Thank you; that does reassure me a bit...
Lina: ...Umbra, who's the ghost dude, why does he look kind of like you, and why is he wearing a maid outfit?
Umbra: ...That's my grandfather Anthony.
Lina: ...That only answers my first two questions.
Umbra: ...Long story I'll tell you later, but it involves him getting screwed over by Yveltal for reasons related to me.
Anthony: My grandson is correct.
Flamel: <You've told me it's very rough, yes, though admittedly given the circumstances even if I haven't been as directly affected I may very well be the one on top of Yveltal's shitlist.>
Anthony: ...Er, actually...
A spectral realm between life and death, sometime recently
-Yvonne is looking over a scroll-
1. STRAW ASPEAR
2. STRAW FUCKING ASPEAR
3. STRAW MOTHERFUCKING ASPEAR
4. Nicolas Flamel
5. Anthony Nox
6. Joseph Nox
7. Circe Titania
8. AZ [REDACTED]
9. AZ's Floette
10. Iron Marrow -a note is scribbled next to it saying "Worthy Opponent"-
-There may be more, but obviously we're going to keep that ambiguous-
-Anyway, Anthony peers over her shoulder-
Anthony: ...You really hate that Straw guy, don't you?
Yvonne: With every fiber of my being, Nox.
-she suddenly points a finger back at him and zaps him with something that turns him into a stack of vertebrae-
Vertebrae!Anthony: What was that for?!
Yvonne: -casually- You interrupted me while I was working.
Present
-Everyone blinks-
Flamel: -blinks- <Huh. Never thought I'd essentially be second rate in that department.>
Anthony: Me neither. Though speaking as third rate I should get back before she finds out I'm playing hooky from her realm and re-arranges my body parts again.
-blip-
Umbra: ...She does what?!
Lina: Umbra, calm down...
Flamel: <Yes, please don't get riled up for your sake. And mine. People getting riled up makes me angry. I don't like me when I'm angry.>
Umbra: -calms down a bit, then sighs- Alright, thank you. It's just...
Flamel: <I understand; It's still hard on me and I have no doubts it's even harder on you.>
-Scratches his chin-
<Though, since we might as well change the subject...>
-He turns to Mata Nui-
<...I figure I might as well go into why you were invited here, Mata Nui.>
-The Golurk in question, who was mostly staring awestruck and somewhat dumbfounded at the proceedings until now, starts at being addressed.-
Mata Nui: <...M-Me?>
Flamel: <Yep. I couldn't glean much on how Chrome got to be Lina's guardian until recently, and couldn't find anything on the kooks that got us all in this mess... But I did find one small record of a group sounding much like them showing much less shady Giratinists where to get a special Golurk to be a bodyguard for a certain "Umbramatic."
Mata Nui: <So wait, I->
Flamel: <Yep. In a way you were the Chrome to Umbra's Lina.>
Mata Nui: <...Really?>
-puts a hand to his nonexistent chin-
Mata Nui: <I'm not sure what to think about that...>
Umbra: -pats- It's all right. We'll talk it over in a bit.
Flamel: <Yes, this has all been one complicated affair... But I'm just glad you're all doing well now.>
Lina: -nods- Thank you.
Flamel: <Alright... Is there anything else you want to know?>
-Everyone else thinks for a bit-
Umbra: I... Think we're good?
Flamel: <Alright then...>
-to Chrome-
<Mind if I catch up with you specifically for a bit?>
Chrome: <Not at all.>
Flamel: <Excellent! After that, you all can go.>
-To Umbra and Lina-
<Though, one thing to you two I hope should help at least a bit...>
-he smiles-
<It's really weird and kind of exhilarating to see and hear about two immortals I indirectly developed to do things I'd never do.>
-Despite themselves Umbra and Lina smile back-
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Celadon
-Chrome is idling in a quiet spot, enjoying the scenery, when a Murkrow alights next to him with a letter in his talons-
Murkrow: <Message for you, sir.>
-Chrome blinks, then takes the letter and inspects it carefully-
Chrome: <This stationery... I haven't seen anything like it in over->
...
<Who sent you, Murkrow?>
Murkrow: <Classified information, sir.>
Chrome: <Don't make me hack your mind.>
Murkrow: <I'm a Dark-type, sir.>
Chrome: <I know
Mortal KombatMiracle Eye.>Murkrow: <Then I should be off sir. See you.>
-he flies off as fast as possible-
Chrome: <Wait, you- dammit.>
-Sighs, opens the letter, and reads it-
-Only for him to grow more shocked with every line until he finishes-
Chrome: <...Lina... I have to tell Lina!>
-he rushes off-
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